MATINAL

That was the goal, yeah, I just came back from the age, just from the age
It's intermission, it's all good, it's all good
You know everything, that's exactly who I am
Who I am

At the checks, we got too much trim
But I gotta watch out for the cracks
The gala comes in when I clean
The crack, a knife in the back

Not doing it, I'm not even surprised anymore
Sorry, mom, I just smoke and steal
Sorry, mom, I just smoke and steal

Mmh, for sure, it's for the scram
I don't even count the FMN, I plugged in
Tonight, it takes you, we're all pretty chill
And when shit hits the fan, man, they hide

Behind, it spits
When the buzz hits, and me, the bitch, it spits
I won't stop, as long as I haven't made it, I'm pistachio
I glance out of the corner of my eye, I caught the pistachio

Like that, I roll on the ground, morning
I cut, I weigh, it becomes mechanical
I repeat the times, under my Kina
Now, I chain the passes

Right now, I'm more filled than Latin
What wouldn't I do for the makeup?
While some jobs dive into modeling
In front of your eyes, your buddy's also doing it

Die on the spot, but now you object
That real life isn't a joke
I break careers, my heart is a barrier
No war plan, I walk solo on their turf

What will stop me from jumping the barrier?
My big dreams can only ride on me
I reproduce their mistakes three times sneakier

At the crib, the vibe is heavy
But I add weights
When a puff of smoke adds to me, I play it
Altered, I fill up, I move to the stage

If Djadji has my heart, he freezes it
Switzerland, it's a convict, he wants to come and chill with me
Just that I'm relentless, I won't let go of my vision
Become rosy only under Baïta

I saw Yanks take Baltar, Al-Qaeda
I dream of Deblé, I jet ski
The old me tells me not to drop out of school
But I'm too stubborn to invest

I do cardio on a manout, but my heart's tough
Like the bodies, I lost pity
Like the cops, like the bodies, my heart's tough

In the check zone, no hate, mixing laughter and tears
They're actors, they just make a mess
Give me a bass and a mic, I make good sound

I get rare at the check, I prioritize where my home is
School, pressure, MS, Legion, BNF, prison
Betrayal, I isolate, scoundrel the zoo
I gotta bounce, they’ve gridlocked the network

I spin on Paris, we love each other
I consume more, will I be damned?
My dreams feel good under Colal
On the pavement, are we condemned?

I spin on Paris, we love each other
I consume more, will I be damned?
My dreams feel good under Colal
On the pavement, are we condemned?

I've outgrown being threatened
All the kids are going for gold, the big ones are getting tired
I don't envy, I just eat what's on my plate

My eyes fix on the ground, I drown in rumination
But when will I go to heaven?
My heart's freezing like an ice cube

Full night, alcohol is the pull
Up to the tower, believe me, I hear the pull
I have a light head, so I hear the bitches
Counting and recounting, and that's the goal

Yeah, I come back from the village, from the little bar
I saw the girl dance, eyes, I think she’d like
Vila and a herbal tea, it was so hard
I dropped the weapon, they want peace, haven’t touched a gun

When summer's over, we’re gonna work
The weight of my sauces, I’m tired of carrying
Thanks to my sounds, yesterday I saw

Accompany dancing our licks
I’m like Zédo, my heart is a lick
We don’t stop drinking one, even if it snows

And when I say gain, it’s the size of the stake
Saturday Zé, you set me up
I don’t listen to the cries, Zégué doesn’t do a Miami

If I lose, I go to the spot, no, no, I’m not going to Miami
I can trust Camaras, but repeat Méranie
I don’t want to fuck the rap, after midnight, I don’t have the same opinion

It’s true I’m nice, but you don’t get into my life
You not focused?
You got a ton of problems, you minimize them
I wait for my turn to eliminate me

I realized the knife doesn’t always come from the discounts
Crew at DST, just dodges, we almost got lifted
There were a thousand

Damn in Cayenne
My ideas are rough, so I don’t even calculate my notebooks too much
I can’t flop, I saw the bailiff at the door
We fuck the notebook, freeze

What wouldn’t I do for a Cayenne?
It’s not by choice we opted to hustle
No one does the notebook
And it’s fakes with a notebook pencil
And it’s fakes with a notebook pencil

I spin on you
In my chest, I consume more, will I be damned?
My dreams feel good under Colal
Forget it, you sum me up, we’re condemned.